Harvey’s missing.
Frank’s busy.
Keln has his own blog to run, although he is making time to write here, good sort that he is.
Space Monkey is … What’s that? You don’t remember Space Monkey? Sure you do. He’s around here somewhere.
Wait. I seem to recall there was a company picnic — I wasn’t invited, of course — and they decided to play Hide N Seek. When it was Space Monkey’s turn, they all got in the car and left. They laughed for days about about that. Still do on occasion. That’s been … what? Since 2013? I thought I saw him last month sneaking around the corner, but I wasn’t sure. Hmmm.
Anyway, Mr. Right is … I’m not sure what the Good Reverend is up to. He’s never at his desk. He doesn’t return my calls.
Okay, where was I going with this? I’m looking at the title of the post, there’s nothing there so that doesn’t help. I don’t even know what to call it now.
If you have any ideas about what I was going to write about, let me know.
Or, better yet, let’s pick a topic or twelve and just talk about them. Yep. It’s a Monday Night Open Thread. The floor is open!
Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? Discuss.
Will Trump start a war with the same people who put him in power?
Is a post without a title the unnamed source for all those NY Times and Washington Post stories?
Could Kirk burn a robot’s logic circuits by telling it “The title of the post is ‘This Post Has No Title’?”
Now, now. The post has a title. The title is a lie. Like most of the NY Time and WaPo sources.
Oops!
I thought they left space monkey in iraq
“This post has no title…” is the title of the post.
Sounds like the kind of argument Captain Kirk would have with an android to make his head ‘splode!
Who’s Frank?
My daffodils are blooming and my tulips are up. The boxwood bushes in the hedge are doing what passes for blooming with them. I’ve always thought that April 10 marked the real first day of spring, even when I was a young sprout in northern Illinois, and this year I was right.
So how does your garden grow?
It doesn’t grow…I’ve still got a good foot of snow in my yard.
I’m still waiting for the last paycheck to clear. Until then, I’m on strike! Where are the donuts?